WHEN DARKNESS DESCENDS
When you’ve done a few rides with a bloke, you’d think you’ve got them sussed. Me and the Darcinator, we’ve done more than a few Tours of Duty together, but with every trip, stuff still pops up out of left field that makes me think, ‘Well, I never knew that about ol’ Darcy.’ Like he has to have scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast. Has to. If I dare to suggest a fast Maccas brekky stop, the look of scorn he fires back cuts right through you. So there we were, way deep in the Flinders Ranges on this issue’s Triumph Tiger 1200 ride, when his phone standard pinging with BOM storm warnings and his mood and mindset changed instantly. The happy-go-lucky filmmaker who would spend ages delicately crafting and framing…